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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Snow always brings up fond memories of growing up (Princeton, NJ). As many of you know I tolerate cold well and hate heat, that is why I live on the Cali coast where it rarely gets above 75 degrees. Well I got my first shot of winter this month when 5 inches on snow fell overnight. By law, you are required to shovel the walkways within 24hrs.
Shovelling snow has always been categorized as a workout rather than a simple chore for me. I did not mind the exercise, more fun than my regular run at night with the temperature in the teens. Brrrrrr.
More than that it reminds me of high school where junior year I organized a HS community outreach program. We shovelled snow for senior citizens, ran a few errands, but mostly had cookies and hot chocolate after. They really liked the company, and we became adopted kids. I think I was the only student in the whole school that dreaded snow days. On snow days everybody would get up early to listen to the radio to find out if our school was closed due to the snow. While everybody went back to sleep I would curse the any closure announcement and jump out of bed. This was going to be a long work day for me. I had to organize a couple dozen or so shovellers into teams to make sure all our clients were taken of well. Then head out and shovel and make sure all the walkways and driveways were done. Sitting in Calculus in back, getting into trouble, was a lot easier .
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It wasn't all that bad tho...
Somehow I always ended up with 4 girls, driving around in my station wagon, shovelling, eating and chatting all day. It could have been worse...
...like having a shovelling partner who has 4 legs, bad hips
...like having a shovelling partner who has 4 legs, bad hips
...and a senior citizen herself!
albert
